You wake up at your girlfriend’s house; the only problem is you already have a wife! Your girlfriend is demanding that you tell your wife about your relationship. Of course, you know that would destroy everything you’ve worked for, but your hot, young girlfriend is having none of your protests, she already knows that you’re going to give in. If you don’t, then she will call your wife herself and tell her everything! She’s very confident that she’s going to ruin your life, or should she say save your life? You know which woman is more exciting.

I know you’re a little foot freak for me. Looking at these dirty toes and soles makes you salivate to suck the toe grime off my toes and lick the dirt from my soles. It’s so humiliating that you enjoy this, but you do enjoy worshiping and sucking my dirty feet. I know what you truly are, which is why I treat you like this, a dirty little toe licker. Worshiping my princess feet is your sole purpose in life. You’d rather lick the dirt from the ground I’ve walked on than fuck me – you know you couldn’t handle me anyway and you certainly don’t deserve it. All you deserve is to worship the ground I walk on.

What is it like knowing that your dream woman lives and breathes on this Earth; that I’m not a figment of your imagination, that I’m real and that you crave me with every fiber of your being? How does it feel knowing that you’ll never have me? You’ll never be with me. I’ll never love you. Not for the normal reasons, like distance or money or age, but for the pure fact that I don’t want you. You’re not special. You have nothing to offer that other men haven’t offered me before. The truth hurts to hear. Somehow, that emotional pain, my twisting that inside you, makes you ache in a very special way.

Do you love being a human ATM? If you want to be my little piggybank, we’re going to play a game. You’re going to be sending me a nice, fat gift in an exact amount. You’re not going to start stroking until you’ve got it all ready and you’re not going to cum until you’ve sent it. Right in those moments when you can’t turn back, you’re going to send me that cash gift while you stroke for me.

Big sis was cleaning your room and found one of your big secrets. She knows you’ve been watching porn and she’s threatened to tell on you, but she’s watching you for the whole weekend while your parents are gone. She also found your old binkie and a package of crinkly pull-ups with little characters on them. It’s so humiliating when she tells you that you’re going to be her little babie for the weekend. She’s going to throw a party and have fun, while you can’t leave the house because you’re only allowed to use pull-ups, you can’t use the toilet, you have to wear your binkie, and you can only have mushy babie food. You really don’t want to get into trouble, so your only choice is to submit to the humiliation.

You think you’ve finally done it – you’ve gotten in the bedroom of the hottest girl in school. You think you’re going to get lucky, but what happens next is your worst nightmare. Somehow she knows about your fetish for stinky, dirty socks and that you can’t stop thinking about her feet in particular. She shows you how sweaty her knee-high school socks are from walking around all day and they really do have a pungent smell. She teases you, puts them right in your face, makes you kiss and worship them, all while humiliating you for your stinky, dirty fetish. Although you try to hide it, you can’t hide how hard you are. As a final humiliation, she removes one of her stinky socks and makes you cum all over it while she laughs at you.

I've come to see you again, after a little break, I am about to turn 37. You could spend the first 2-3 minutes mentioning that you're glad that I have returned to see you, and that you knew and expected that I would be back. You ask if I have kept my commitment to remaining a virgin and I answer yes. You smile and whilst you already knew this you are glad. You tell me this.

The next 2-3 minutes could be you teasingly mocking and laughing at me for still being a virgin, and telling me that you expected no less. Reminding me again that I wouldn't have it any other way and that I am lucky and should be thankful to be able to see you and be mocked by you.

You tell me that, seeing as it’s my birthday, you are giving me a special treat and are wearing no panties and that you will let me see your pussy for a little longer than usual. (Spend the remainder of the clip letting me see your pussy with your legs spread , facing me, with your pussy fairly close to the camera) just laugh and mock me again for having such a small penis and for being a pathetic virgin at my age still, and remind me that I will be a virgin for life.

You ask me to again to repeat after you that I will be a virgin for life and that I wouldn't have it any other way. That I love masturbating to you. At the end of the clip say “happy birthday” and laugh.

Remind me of how close I am to being a 40 year old virgin and tell me to have fun watching anime and playing video games.

Maybe you’ve heard of Princess worship, but what is it really about? What does it really mean? And, most importantly, what does it mean to me? All these things you’ll find out in this clip, as well as how to be a boy who serves a Princess. And what I want from you, what exactly I want from you, I will tell you. Listen up and try not to let all that rush to your boner.

Oh, it’s the little dicked loser again. What do you want now? You want to jerk for me again? Didn’t I just let you cum yesterday?? If I let you cum for me today, you have to shut the fuck up about it for two whole weeks! That’s two whole weeks of no touching and not commenting on your lack of orgasms or even asking for one, do you understand?

No, don’t touch it yet! Sit there. Sit there and fucking wait until I’m ready for you and then you’ll have exactly one minute to jizz.

I am wearing a sexy, black, string bikini and having a wonderful time relaxing in the hot tub. My slave is standing in the cold literally shivering his balls off. I have to make sure that he behaves whilst I’m busy relaxing so I have his balls on a leash and a fun, little, zapping device attached to his cock and balls.

I am holding the remote for the device in my hand. It allows me to control the intensity and has a button I can press to deliver an electric shock whenever I choose! This is fun, isn’t it? I get to have wonderful hot tub time with a leash in one hand and a shock-delivering remote in the other.

I wonder how high I can turn this up? I keep increasing the intensity and zapping him. His yelps definitely grow louder as I up the intensity. I think he’s getting nervous. I really like this toy and I really like zapping his balls so I crank it up a few more levels. That hurts a lot more, doesn’t it? I really don’t care.

I decide I’d like some wine so I send him off to fetch some. He’s a good boy and brings it to me whilst I continue relaxing in the hot tub. I decide to turn down the intensity a little bit to reward him. A shock is still a shock, though. It still hurts.

I press down on the controller and start shocking him before telling him to get down on the floor. Pressing down on the button and not letting go until he’s finished with the command is a very good way to train a boy. I do it again but this time I tell him to get on his heels. He really is a little puppy . I’m so mean, aren’t I? Just so happens that you like mean girls…